Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Plum Cottage happenings, needlework, music


Good morning Folks ~ Thank you all very much for your kind words in your comments and emails for our 44th anniversary, and for your prayers too. I made it through the day and I am thankful for that.
Life goes on and Saturday as I started up the van to head for work, I heard a terrible clunking/knocking noise under the body. I had heard this a couple of times before, but not like that morning.  The mechanic I use is just a couple of blocks south of where I work, so I prayed all the way to work.  The noise was intermittent, but sounded like something was going to fall off.  I made it to the mechanic, told him what was going on, and he drove the van with me as passenger so that he could hear it and did, thankfully. Ya’ know the stories of how people take their vehicles in because of a noise and it doesn’t happen with the mechanic. Well anyway, he thought he knew what it was, dropped me off at work and called me later saying it was the motor mount, gave me a price and said it would be ready in an hour.  I am so glad it was nothing major.  He told me more than once that my van was really good and he liked it. It’s a Ford van from 2000, but in great shape, especially since the transmission was replaced, new tires, new wipers.  I think it’s a good van too, with low mileage and I am thankful for it.
The other day I decided to not do errands like I usually do, and was out working in the front gardens when I saw and heard the lawn guy pull up across the street.  I noticed on the side of his trailer that he had advertised that he does tree trimming and tree removal.  I need tree trimming. I hollered across 5 lanes of traffic, got his attention and he came over.  I told him my situation, showed him what I needed doing and asked for a price, he gave it to me and I accepted.  He’ll be here to do it in a couple of weeks as he had to go out of town. We had a nice conversation, which boosted my spirits, and I did shed tears while he was here, especially when he told me his name was ‘Mark’. When I told him that is my husband’s name, he said ‘Oh Lordy’. He lost his dad to cancer and his folks had been married for 52 years.  He said ~  I’ve seen how it is with my Mom and I can tell you that the grief does get easier. They gave his Dad 4-6 months to live without chemo, he told them he’d take his 4-6 months, he was ready to go to God.  He died in about 6 months. He did not want to go the chemo route, just as my Mark did not want to. I’ve known several people now, male and female, that went through chemo and all of the horror that goes with it, and they died anyway.  Their life was very painful going through all of that, physically and mentally, and for their loved ones as well.  I was blessed by our conversation because he told me to think of my husband being with God and that all is wonderful, no more pain, no more sorrow, no more having to deal with or think about all the wickedness of the world, etc. He said God was taking care of me too. After he left, I thanked God for working the whole tree trimming deal out, and for the uplifting conversation.  It made me feel very loved and comforted by God.
Working outside these days is still very hot and humid, but the sun is lower in the sky, not straight overhead and that makes a huge difference. I try to get out early so that I can work 3-4 hours.  It feels good and I am thankful.  I enjoy my gardens, and am working on condensing things to areas instead of being spread out, taking care of weeds and overgrowth and being thankful. There are butterflies, birds, colors, scents, textures all surrounding me, nurturing me.
The other morning I caught movement out of the corner of my eye outside the scullery window. I thought of how Miss Tork used to sit out there waiting for us to get up mornings. (Now she’s inside in the mornings so doesn’t do that anymore.) I looked closer out there and found a lizard resting on a rock. He’s a curly tailed lizard, and they are fast moving. When they are out and about their tails are curled up, not laying out straight like it is here. They are not native, but they do eat mosquitoes.
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The night before our anniversary, I was in you-tube and a title of a movie caught my eye  ~~  Seven Days in Utopia. ~~  Robert Duval and Lucas Black.  Robert Duval has always been a favorite actor of ours, and Lucas Black we saw as a young boy in Sling Blade with Billy Bob Thornton.  We loved Lucas and I loved him in this movie, my DH would have enjoyed this movie too. I feel it was a blessing to me and no coincidence to my finding it when I did.  It is a movie about golf, but what a movie with a lesson for all of us to learn. SFT.  You can watch the movie to find out what that means.
When I went in to work Saturday morning after the mechanic dropped me off, there on the desk were two different orchid blooms left there by my girlfriend Cathy.  That was so sweet of her.  She knew my husband too, as we met she and her husband in 1980 and she’s also an artist and restorer.  They are sitting on the shelf in front of scullery window.
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Rainlilies keep blooming.  They are such sweet flowers.  DH liked my toenails painted and I do to. I usually wear a nice deep burgundy color, but couldn’t find one I like. I have a widow friend who had painted hers a green color.  She said the color just spoke to her.  I remember wearing a pale glittery yellow when I was 14. Smile Who knows, maybe I’ll paint them the colors of the rainbow next.
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Now, for my latest needlework creation.  I found the pattern online, and asked the lady who created it if it would be ok for me to sell my creation using her patterns, and she wrote me back saying yes.  (Some people post their patterns but you can only use them for personal use, not for selling.) I’m always looking for patterns that look antique, feminine, and free to use however I wish.
The white felt is just sitting inside, not been made into a pouch yet, as I couldn’t decide which color to use, white or a darker color. (I need to get more felt colors.)  This piece took hours to create, but I loved it and with the next one I will mark my time so that I know how long it really did take.  It’s called a Bridal Purse, but could be used for any romantic special event. I want to make it in different colors too and add beaded edging at the bottom.  I’m planning to stitch the top to the felt liner with beads on the outside too. Flowers and leaves are on both sides of this piece and placed differently.
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This is with a dark blue felt inside. I like both, but haven’t decided which to use for this particular piece.
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Below are macro shots of both sides.
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This is me last night after a margarita with dinner, pan –braised chicken in olive oil, green beans and sliced tomato, and listening to and dancing to ‘Havana Moon’ CD by Santana.  This was a favorite CD of ours by one of our very favorite musicians, Carlos Santana. I could just picture my DH playing his guitar or his harmonica with this CD.  I felt good and so thankful last night.  God is taking care of me right here in Plum Cottage. DH is dancing in heaven.
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‘Havana Moon’

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Carolos Santana wrote the following:
This is a song that I heard when I was a child. When my mom and dad had a lovers' quarrel, we would wake up at 3 or 4 am to the sounds of music approaching our window. My mother would get up to peek through the curtains to see if the serenading was for her. She would always cry when she distinguished my father's voice singing to her. When she heard this (studio version), she cried again.
Finally, in the words of Duke Ellington, "There's only good music and bad music." To me the criterion for good music all around the world are soulfulness and sincerity. Thanks for listening and God Bless you! ---Carlos Santana
‘Vereda Tropical’
I found a new album on you tube of Santana’s Music that came out last year right before my DH became ill. These next two spoke to my heart from that album. DH would have liked this CD. I’m going to have to buy this for myself.  A thought just came to me while looking at the cover of this CD, Shape Shifter.  That’s what happened with DH, his shape shifted from this earthly one to his heavenly one. WOW!!!! To think this came out in 2012, right before he left this planet just touches me deeply.
‘Never The Same Again’
‘In The Light of a New Day’










Well, we are having heavy rains at the moment and I’ve heard some thunder in the distance so I better wrap this up.
Love and hugs to all of you ~ FlowerLady

Saturday, September 7, 2013

It’s a new day

 

Thank you all for your wonderful, uplifting and encouraging comments on my last post.  I am feeling more up, and I know it’s because of the love, prayers and thoughts sent my way at this time.

Last evening I re-read some of the anniversary cards my dear husband gave me and the one from 2011 really gets to me as it’s the last one he gave me, (last year he was ill and I really don’t even remember if we celebrated at all). Anyway, he always could pick the card that spoke from his heart directly to mine. I even have one that he made that has several pages, with rose petals glued into heart and flower shapes and words written from his heart in his own hand, really special. All these are priceless to me.

He could always make me laugh, did so from the beginning. Right now I am sitting here with a huge smile on my face as I remember all the reasons I love him. This picture below was taken right after we were first married, before he headed off to CA to the Navy duty stations there.

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Below is a photo taken by someone at our nephew’s wedding a few years ago. It was a wonderful wedding and the reception the best. The dj had picked so many songs for dancing to that were from our era and we danced and held each other tight.  It was a night of love that drew us closer together. Music has a way of speaking to our souls and was a big part of our lives.

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The other night before posting I had found a blues tune in my computer that he’d sent to me from his computer, the tune  ~ laugin’ at the blues ~  10:44 minutes  of wonderful music. I grabbed three harmonicas and played on them individually throughout the song and felt so good. It’s something we used to do together.  Listen to music and play harmonicas or other instruments together.  (I could not find this tune by Googling or on you tube to share.  Very disappointing.

Here’s a picture I took of him in 2009 playing the harmonica as we watched Eric Clapton on you tube.  I had sent this to him in an email thus the words on the photo.

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Hearts he created years ago from sea shells with our lapidary set up.

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This was taken many years ago, a favorite photo of us .

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I had this little plastic statue for years.  I had painted it. When Mark became ill, I put it out in the caravan in the hopes that we’d be out there finishing it, but alas, it wasn’t meant to be.  But, our time was and is forever.

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He brought much love and laughter into my life. He showed me what love is. Yes, we had our ups and downs, but love conquers all, love grows when you both are committed and love is forever.

A friend had sent me a valentine’s day card 3 years or so ago and all of these little hearts were in the envelope.  Well, DH was goofing off with them and stuck one to his forehead in this photo while keeping a straight face. Later he got up with it still stuck to his head, came in to where I was here at my computer checking out the photos I’d just taken, and the heart fell off at my feet and he said that’s what happened when he met me, his heart fell at my feet.

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Here his is goofing off with little Miss Lollie when we dog-sat her.

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I made the piece below a few years back, one of my first beaded pieces commemorating our two hearts joined together. I’m on the left he’s on the right.

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I am so thankful to God for bringing us together when we were 17 & 18 and for giving us 43 years with a love that grew and continues to grow even now.  I/we ~ am/were blessed.

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~ Dear husband Mark ~

Thank you for all the love you brought into my life.

My heart is filled with so many memories. 

Our little haven here is filled with the evidences of your love and it surrounds me daily.

Happy 44th Anniversary ~ Sept. 8th ~ I love you ~ Your RaineyWife

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

This week is rough

 

This coming Sunday would have been our 44th anniversary, and is my first one without my dear husband. I am really feeling my loss this week.

Keep me in your prayers. A widow friend just told me that the ‘firsts’ without our husbands are the worst and she said the days leading up to the ‘day’ are pretty bad.  She’s oh so right.

I am very thankful for the 43 years we had together. My husband was taken home to be with his creator God and I am still here to carry on by faith knowing God will not let me down, or leave me.

Here is a writing I found in March and looking for something to put in this post, this touched my heart again as it did then, maybe even more so, as a little time has gone by now in this new life I’m living.

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After Bereavement—What?

by J. R. Miller, 1912

There is something in bereavement, which makes it mean a great deal in a woman's life. It is a sore disappointment. Dreams of love's happiness are shattered. The beauty in her home, in her wedded joy, in her social life, in the development of her plans and hopes—is suddenly left to wither. Very great is the sorrow—when one of two lovers is taken and the other left. Widowhood is very desolate and lonely.

Just how shall she meet her perplexities. She is a Christian. She knows that her husband was God's child, and she is comforted by the thought that he is not dead—but has only passed into the immortal life. She is comforted also in her own grief, by the truth of the divine love, that her sorrow was no accident, that her bereavement was not the plan of God to break up the goodness and beauty of her life, that nothing has really gone wrong in the plan of Christ for her. But the question presses itself upon her mind—I am sure it has done so a thousand times—How am I to go on in this broken life of mine? What am I to do in my shattering and bereavement?

Her life is not finished.

What does Christ want her to do with her life? What does he want her to do with the broken dreams that lie shattered about her feet? These questions, and questions like these—are coming to her every day and every night. This is the deeper meaning of her sorrow. Sometimes women in her position see no brightness, find no hope, think the story all written out to the finish, their dream only shattered, and sink away into despair. But that is not the way to meet a sorrow like this. The story of her life is not finished. God's plan for her was not spoiled, when her sorrow came and interrupted everything, leaving her in darkness. The sorrow was only an accident in the plan. It was not a surprise to God, and his plan for her life runs on to the end of her years.

What the remainder of the plan is, she does not know for the present. She must not know. It is not best that she should know. Her faith must not fail, she must not despair. She must go on in trust and confidence. What then is her part?

First, faith in Christ. Believe that all these broken things are in his hands. Let her remember what he said after the miracle of the loaves—"Gather up the broken pieces which remain, that nothing be lost." That is what he is saying to her today. Let her gather up the broken pieces, from this miracle of love and happiness. Let nothing she has had these days of joy, of blessing, of experience, be lost. Let her keep all the fragments.

The next thing is for her to recommit her life—with its grief, its disappointments, its desolation, its broken things—all to Christ. She must not herself undertake to rebuild it. She must not make plans of her own for the years to come. She never needed Christ more than she needs him now, and will need him in the days and the months before her. She must let him lead her, let him plan for her, mark out the way. He must build the life for her. He must have much of the love she has to give.

Courage and unselfishness are developed by great sorrow or suffering.

Let God—through your bereavement—bring out the finer and nobler qualities in you.

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I do wish to be made into a finer and nobler FlowerLady.  Living each day trusting in Jesus to tenderly care for me as he has done in the past, but trusting him all the more now that I am alone.

I am planning to fix my favorite happy meal, tacos.  My husband enjoyed these too.  This anniversary celebration I just don’t feel like making a ‘special’ dinner for one. I bought the makings to fix a margarita to have with my supper celebration too. That was our favorite drink for special occasions.

I love my husband more than ever and miss him every day. Grieving is strange and everyone goes through it differently. I have up and I have down days, and more days that are feeling more the new normal, which is good.

Thank you all for being so supportive, you mean a lot to me.

FlowerLady

Here are ‘lovebirds’ in my collection.

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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

A recipe and more flowers

Good morning Friends ~ Today is a new day and I wish to look for the good in it, to do what I can and be thankful.

We did have a truly great rain from that thunderstorm the other night. It made all growing things happy.

Yesterday I puttered indoors. I cooked a pot of Navy pea beans with diced ham, chopped onion and green pepper, sliced carrots, minced garlic, concentrated vegetable broth and water. This was in the crockpot and made the place smell so good and comforting.  Then I made a delicious Ricotta Coffee Cake that I made for the first time last September and I wrote on the recipe that it was great. It is and rich.

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Ricotta Coffee Cake

Ingredients

    2 cups flour
    1 teaspoon baking powder
    1 teaspoon baking soda
    1 teaspoon salt
    1-1/2 cup butter (room temp.)
    3/4 cups sugar
    2 eggs
    1 cup ricotta cheese
 
    1/2 cup firmly packed brown sugar
    1/2 cup chopped walnuts
    1 tablespoon cinnamon
    1 tablespoon nutmeg

Directions

    Grease 13x9 cake pan. In small bowl, stir together the flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Set aside. Beat the butter and sugar well until fluffy. Add the eggs and ricotta. Beat in the flour mixture. Scrape sides and beat briefly again. Batter will be thick. Spread batter into pan.
    Combine topping ingredients and sprinkle over top. Refrigerate uncovered overnight. In morning, preheat oven to 350° and bake for 40 minutes. Cool slightly before serving.

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Instead of the cinnamon nut topping I left it off and spread on some Smucker’s orange marmalade. I had added orange extract to the mix too, and this was oh so yummy.  I had a slice last night and then one this morning with coffee. Very nice.

Today I want to do more ‘home-caring’ inside. One blog that really inspires me to get my act together is Leslie’s, Spruce Pine Cottage. She lives in northern FL and her home is so lovely and decorated so nicely and is so orderly. Something for FlowerLady aspires to.

Below are some blooms from this morning.  It looks like we may get more rain today.  We had a little yesterday. The other day when I had done the driveway work, I had mowed before that, so I got that all done just in time as we had a whopper thunderstorm that evening with LOTS of rain.

Rain lilies growing up in the crack between side patio and step up to front patio.

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Rubber vine ~ this can be very invasive so I keep it cut back. 

The blooms are very pretty though, but the sap is not nice at all.


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Another unknown rose.

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Today I also want to take photos of several more crocheted needle cases and get them uploaded and listed in my little Etsy shop.

Hope you all have a good day or evening wherever you are.

FlowerLady